There was a loving atmosphere in the private room.
Qiao Lian bit her lips and her face was bright red. Her gaze still remained on the hand holding hers.
She moved a little, thinking of withdrawing her hand, but his grip became even tighter.
She secretly stole a glance at his facial expression, but saw that he had an indifferent look, as if he was pinching a
Qiao Lian immediately felt like this was against her own interest.
She had all along portrayed herself as a girl with a masculine behavior. How could she be defeated just by holding hands?
She blinked and adjusted her chair a little so that she was closer to Shen Liangchuan. Then she stared at him eagerly and asked, "Shen Liangchuan, so why did you bring me here for dinner?"
